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Sunday, March 24, 2024

Win, Won, Wanker #ClassicRock @TheEagles @Santana . . . & the rock pounders of the world!

EATING LUNCH ALL BY YOURSELF?
Singing victory songs in locked jaws of defeat, it’s a swan song of the eagle’s dive
Gone before the dust settled on grounds of coffee in the dirty grave of higher jive
You do whatever you please, whatever you will do knowing that you’re too far gone
Crouched down with my cougar that stalks Earth for the little bones all alone, son.

Recollection of the whole shebang's improbable; can do the impossible as you will
Above so below it is so, cats prowl, dogs get leftover entrails, bloody wet tooth fates
Hunger feeds on itself, satiation comes & goes, then hunger returns for another kill
7 trillion greenbacks qualify for the Gold, hunk of garbage out Compton’s straights.

Boys and girls into dead bodies in caskets underground, they’ve already gone up
Inline of outer spaces between planets & asteroids blown by Big Bang hold ups
Flight with or without wings, just in a void of all that can’t be observed, neon light
Trucks’ four-wheel drives gone far uphill to the tip-top, wings spread gods’ fight.

Known, unknown & in between regardless of the Void outside the things I see to be
Pen, pencil, stylus & the eight fingered, two thumbed etch-a-sketch, black sand sea
Erase you & the recollection of your appearance in my head, so mindful nevermore
Crow, raven, birds of black feathers & golden-bald eagle mutants, in-flight whore

Unpaid prostitution of the gamete evolution as the world turns, Earth bury mama
Y’all didn’t let me down easy, none did, heaven knows free at 23, ain’t tellin’ papa
Because cause & effect remain the same, as above, so it is all day & night down low
Undercover love above the fool’s fold of that, #ReadAllAboutIt scat, about WW3!

Funky as smells that gets no fresh air, nevermore, skunk of the sewer high on lies
Grounded in buttermilk of cows, ate dead muscles of 4-legged mates, sea wife dies
Professional amateur on the circuit, unpaid while others glean silver & gold coins
Mirror image doubled presence of everything that’s nothing, sages see, turn a pae.

Chains broke my heart & the feeling that I couldn’t move more than 6 feet, oh jail
On the shelf of the poor & rich, equal clothing & nudity, bald & hairy on a 3rd rail
Been where you are, done the things you’ve done & some you haven’t a thought of
Wrong, bad to the 208 bones, immaculately conceived Matter’s drone, gods above.

Bitten tongue bleeds until saliva seals the doom of an finite leak of 5 pints of red
Blood turns blue inside the heart to big red spurting spout-bleed out of the dead
Pushed in dissection of organic matter, autopsy cadaver’s world’s epiphany, Kid
Lucky to have gotten a tic & a tac here & now, I see I’m invisible, unseen, ghosted

I know nothing more than that I’m breathing, certainly, except while in deep sleeps
Then & only then, a holy ghost begins infiltration of a spit-shined spirit of my peeps
My love flows in my veins & gets eliminated with things I call wasted time, a drain
I’m multiplying my division before I subtract fraction of additional turf, bury pain.

Free or slave, you’re gonna leave without a ceremony for you, ones left on hind teat
Cause of a First moving thing is a grand gesture of Onestar, got hot to handle chit
Idiots & morons result in production of geniuses of the right & left political sway, 0
Zeroed in on a final gasp of wind, lights flashed red to yellow to green, now we GO!

Got whiskey in barrels & beer in kegs for the party, a Win-Win situation, dead on
High inebriation causes logic & reason to delete recollection of all right & wrong
Pumped shotgun for a load, no double-barrel but it'lll do for bums & junkies, son
Break it on down, hold the line, draw, winner or loser, funky freak’s victory song!

Tight quarters, loose lips sink ships & the matter at hand becomes bad juju all afoot
Infiltrates every atom’s nucleus, code of conduct for DNA goes down to a wild root
Touched & merged with the ground soil, dry or wet, separate but equal to the skin
Sweet nothings whispered, can’t hear ‘em, deaf, hard to hear, drank shots of slo gin.

I am hereafter now, head’s on a swivel to see the invisible without daylight eyesight
It’s a feeling, a series of emotions merging into One, I’m copasetic or wanna fight
For a God-given, atheist right to freedom of expression, words & meaning gleaned
Liberty died for freedom saved from annihilation by wonky honky-babies weaned.

Harm in Harlem, bedlam in a City of Angels, coast to coast for the huddled mass
Of lumps of skin & bone leftover by mortal sinners, copulated & forgot baby pass
To get on the planet’s ground, tricky trip, spirit in synch, body-mind at-one seizes
Full metal jacket full of rounds that square up, dangle of a triangle’s PhD degreed.

It’s a recurring daymare observed every day from 18 to 88, present is wishing well
Y’all go to sleep & fail to be awakened by the cock’s crow, rooster awaiting mating
All eggs all gone as species reduce the planet’s pain, humans, all go extinct in hell
Why we’re burned, buried, or immersed in salt water of the sea, for a wedding ring.

Adapt or die, don’t adapt & also die, there’s no other option, dream as the final-end
Woke up being awake to the nature of Life I live, afraid no more of cream de la crop
Hula-hoops moved hips in circular jerks of bare-bones-below, don’t make it stop
Heads in the weed, better than in sand, increases survivability, God'll never offend!

Sculpture is carved out of alabaster & cheese cloth frozen in past Time, unmoved
Moving means, you’re alive, unmoved means you’re not, a concept's empty groove
Beer for my horses & whiskey for my men, gettin' higher than Jupiter’s moons
Countdown, lions roaming backwoods, ready to bite/eat Final-Food, End Game.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, March 24th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Banked in the Eight-Ball off of the Nine-Ball, drafted this gem whilst jammin’ to #LosinMyReligion #Top100ClassicRockHITS link @ https://youtu.be/ksNj-0SKZG0?si=IkJfe3-scAj8N6rr }

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